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"Jaime. Meet me in London, sending precise coordinates now. See you soon."
"Do you have to go…?" Owen moaned, getting in the way of Jaime trying to get dressed again, dragging her back into bed with him. She turned and gave him a kiss,
"Yes! You know I do! I could be back in a couple of hours! I don't know what Martha wants me there for but I gotta go!" He pouted and she kissed him again before slapping his arms away and getting changed into her leggings, shorts, tank top, leather jacket and trademark combat boots before grabbing her sonic, gun, phone and vortex manipulator and giving Owen a lingering kiss.
"Fine! Go! Don't you dare take off that ring! The Doctor will know you are taken!" Owen had, out of the blue, proposed in bed the night before, not the most romantic location,
"Marry me?" Owen asked as they lay in bed after dinner that night, Jaime turned to face him,
"What?" Owen shrugged,
"Marry me. Not today, not tomorrow, not even anytime soon. Just one day." Jaime smiled and nodded,
"Okay." She frowned, "Owen, have you even got a ring?" He nodded, looking around the bedroom,
"Um, trousers?" Jaime frowned,
"Living room, somewhere." Owen nodded and retrieved them, digging in the pocket and pulling out a black box and got back on the bed, leaning over her with the box on her stomach,
"Open it." She bit her lip and opened the box, beaming at the platinum diamond ring nestled there. Owen rolled back to his side of the bed and held her hand, placing the ring on her finger, and grinned, kissing her soundly on the lips and pulling her back towards him.
Jaime turned to her fiancé and grinned, "Owen, stop worrying!" She looked at her watch, "I have to go…" He grabbed her hand and kissed the ring, "Tell the others." He nodded and kissed her one last time,
"Love you forever." Jaime nodded,
"Forever and ever." Before beaming away in a flash of light, landing in an alleyway behind a familiar blue box, she looked out from behind it to see the Doctor and Martha embracing, she stepped out and Martha saw her, untangling herself from his arms,
"JAIME!" She screeched, running over and hugging her tightly, "Great to see you again!" Jaime squealed and hugged her back before turning back to the Doctor,
"TimeBoy, you gonna give me a hug?" The Doctor smiled and Jaime ran up and hugged him, wrapping her legs around his waist, giggling. Martha's voice cut through their reunion,
"So who's the new companion, Doctor?" The Doctor remembered someone and dropped Jaime and stepped to the side to reveal and tough looking red-head with a smile on her face, the Doctor held up his hands,
"Now, don't start a fight. Martha, Jaime, Donna. Donna, Martha, Jaime. Please don't fight. I can't bear fighting." Jaime slapped his arm and Donna and Martha shook hands, but Jaime hugged her,
"Great to see he found someone else!" Donna hugged her back and pulled away, pointing at her and Martha,
"He talks about you all the time." Jaime looked at Doctor,
"Theta, you big softy!" Martha groaned,
"I dread to think…" Donna shook her head,
"No, no, no. He says nice things. Good things. Nice things. Really good things." Jaime leant on Martha dramatically,
"Oh, Martha! He's told her everything!" The two girls laughed and Donna pointed at the two girls' hands,
"Didn't take you long to get over it, though. Who are the lucky men?" Jaime looked at Martha's hand and Martha looked at hers, they squealed and hugged again. The Doctor looked confused,
"What men? Lucky what?" Donna nudged him,
"They're both engaged you prawn!" They both held up their left hand, wiggling the finger, the Doctor turned to Martha first,
"Really? Who to?" Martha smiled,
"Tom. That Tom Milligan. He's in paediatrics working out in Africa right now. And yes, I know, I've got a doctor who disappears off to distant places – tell me about it." The Doctor turned to Jaime, who grinned cheekily,
"Doctor Owen Harper proposed last night. He works with me, so no secrets…I know, look at us," She motioned herself and Martha, "Just got rid of one Doctor, now I'm marrying one!" Donna looked seriously at the two,
"Are they skinny?" Martha shrugged,
"No, he's sorta…strong." Jaime smiled,
"He says he's wiry, but I'm now skinnier than him so it's alright." Donna pointed at the Doctor,
"He is too skinny for words. You give him a hug, you get a paper cut." Jaime laughed loudly,
"He looks good in a suit though…" She winked at the Doctor, who rolled his eyes,
"I'd rather you were fighting…" A voice from Martha's radio cut in,
"Dr Jones, report to base, please." Martha smiled,
"Speaking of which…" She took out her radio, "This is Dr Jones. Operation Blue Sky is go, go, go." She turned and walked away, "I repeat, this is a go." As Jaime, Donna and the Doctor followed, soldiers, jeeps and a large lorry came down the road, "Greyhound Six to Trap One. B Section, go, go, go! Search the ground floor, grid pattern Delta." Jaime looked at her,
"What are you searching for?" Martha shrugged,
"Illegal aliens." The soldiers forced the workers to their knees, hands above their heads, "B Section mobilized! E Section, F Section, on my command!" She ran off, leaving the three others stunned, Dona turned to the Doctor,
"Is that what you did to her, turned her into a soldier?" Jaime leant closer,
"You should come to my work…" They walked closer to the factory and the Doctor nodded,
"Ah, Torchwood, I gather it was them who made you…" He gestured her new body,
"What, Doctor, regenerate?" He nodded, "First day of work. Just after you left, stabbed by a Time-Agent who had locked me in a cage with a weevil." The Doctor winced, "Yep, not the best first day, but it was fun!" Martha strode up to them; the Doctor noticed her badge,
"You're qualified now? You're a proper doctor." Martha waved her hand as she led them across the grounds,
"UNIT rushed it through, given my experience in the field. Here we go. We're establishing a field base on site. They're dying to meet you." The Doctor pulled a face,
"Wish I could say the same." They entered the large lorry and Jaime saw it was set up with computers, monitors and communication – top of the line equipment. Jaime leant into Martha,
"More high-tech than Torchwood, but we're better looking…" Martha laughed and walked up to a senior officer,
"Operation Blue Sky complete, sir. Thanks for letting me take the lead. And this... this is the Doctor. Doctor, Colonel Mace." He saluted,
"Sir." The Doctor grimaced,
"Oh, don't salute." Mace shook his head,
"But it's an honour, sir. I've read all the files on you. Technically speaking, you're still on staff. You never resigned." Donna looked at him,
"What, you used to work for them?"
"Yeah. A long time ago, back in the 70s - or was it the 80s? It was all a bit more homespun back then." Mace stood straight,
"Times have changed, sir." Jaime noticed she and Donna hadn't been introduced yet, but Martha continued to talk to them,
"Come on though, Doctor. You've seen it. You've been on board the Valiant. We've got massive funding from the United Nations, all in the name of Homeworld Security."
Mace set his jaw straight, "A modern UNIT for the modern world." Jaime sat down and Donna raised an eyebrow at Mace,
"What? And that means arresting ordinary workers? In the streets? In broad daylight? It's more like Guantanamo Bay out there. Donna, by the way. Donna Noble, since you didn't ask. I'll have a salute." Jaime smiled as Mace saluted her and put her legs up on the desk loudly, causing the others to look at her,
"Oh, sorry…did I disturb you? My bad." She narrowed her eyes at Mace, "Jaime, by the way, another person who forgot about." She stood up and looked Mace up and down, "I'm a Time Lady and by God, UNIT's manners have fallen." His eyes widened, "No thanks, no salute for me." The Doctor grinned at her and pulled her back to stand next to him,
"Tell me what's going on in that factory." Mace cleared his throat,
"Yesterday, fifty-two people died in identical circumstances right across the world, in 11 different time zones. 5am in the UK, 6am in France, 8am in Moscow, 1pm in China-"
"You mean they died simultaneously? Fifty-two deaths at the exact same moment worldwide?" Jaime cut in, and Mace nodded, "How? Did they die, I mean."
"They were all inside their cars."
"They were poisoned." Martha explained, "I checked the biopsies. No toxins. Whatever it is, left the system immediately." The Doctor frowned,
"What have the cars got in common?" Jaime and the Doctor both looked confused,
"What's ATMOS?" Jaime expanded,
"We don't use it for the SUV and I made sure Owen didn't get it for the car, not with the map in my head." Donna scoffed,
"Oh come on, even I know that. Everyone's got ATMOS." Martha beckoned the Doctor, Jaime and Donna along a catwalk inside the factory above the working stations,
"Stands for 'Atmospheric Emission System'. The ATMOS in your car reduces CO2 emissions to zero." The Doctor pulled a face,
"Zero? No carbon? None at all?" Donna nodded,
"And you get sat-nav thrown in, plus 20 quid in shopping vouchers if you introduce a friend. Bargain." Jaime laughed slightly, just as Mace came to join them,
"And this is where they make it, Doctor, shipping worldwide. Seventeen factories across the globe but this is the central depot, sending ATMOS to every country on Earth." Jaime raised an eyebrow,
"And you think ATMOS is alien?"
"It's our job to investigate that possibility. Doctor?" He walked off and the Doctor followed, not before Jaime linked arms with him and walked by his side, arriving – along with Martha and Donna – in a small office with an ATMOS device on display. Mace motioned it, "And here it is, laid bare. ATMOS can be threaded through any and every make of car." The Doctor looked at him,
"You've must've checked it before it went on sale." Martha nodded,
"We did. We found nothing. That's why I thought we needed an expert, and I got two." Jaime slipped on her geek-specs, winking at the Doctor as she did so, and examined the equipment. He copied and bent down to her level,
"Really? Who did you get?" Jaime gave him a look,
"Oh, right! Me and Jaime! Yes! Good!" Jaime rolled her eyes at him and leant on the podium which held the ATMOS,
"Okay, so why would aliens be so keen on cleaning up Earth's atmosphere?" The Doctor shrugged,
"Very good question…" Donna perked up,
"Maybe they want to help – get rid of pollution and stuff." The Doctor looked at the two women,
"Do you know how many cars there are on planet Earth? 800 million. Imagine that. If you could control them, you'd have 800 million weapons." Jaime picked up the ATMOS, scanning it with her sonic just as Mace and Martha entered, and Donna smiled,
"That's like yours, but purple!" Jaime nodded,
"Little gift…" She frowned, "Ionising nano-membrane carbon dioxide converter - which means that ATMOS works. Filters the CO2 at a molecular level." Mace stood stiffly at the Doctor's shoulder,
"We know about that. What's its origin? Is it alien?" The Doctor shook his head,
"No, but it's decades ahead of its time. Look, do you mind? Could you stand back a bit?" Mace frowned,
"Sorry, have I done something wrong?"
"You're carrying a gun. I don't like people with guns hanging around me, all right?" The Doctor bit back, Mace walked away,
"If you insist." Martha turned to him,
"Tetchy…" The Doctor shrugged,
"Well, it's true."
"He's a good man." Martha insisted.
"People with guns are usually the enemy in my books." Jaime face fell, "You seem quite at home." He took his screwdriver out and scanned the device, Martha frowned,
"If anyone got me used to fighting, it's you." The Doctor raised an eyebrow,
"Oh right, so it's my fault."
"Well, you got me the job. Besides, look at me." He looked at her, "Am I carrying a gun?" The Doctor shrugged,
"Suppose not." Jaime reached down to her boot and took out her gun, slamming it on the table, making the others jump,
"Well I do, does that make me the enemy, Doctor?" The Doctor looked at her,
"How very Torchwood…" Jaime scoffed,
"Come off it, do you know how many guns I've had pointed at my head, I can't just go 'hey now put that thing down?' That isn't even aliens: that's just normal humans! It's all right for you. You can just come and go, but some of us have got to stay behind. If I can protect myself and my teammates with a gun, then I will." The Doctor looked at her and she placed the gun back in her boot holster,
"Well…I suppose…" Jaime just rolled her eyes. Donna came striding in the room,
"Oi, you lot! All your storm troopers and your sonics – rubbish! Shoulda come with me." Jaime smiled at her,
"And where have you been?" Mace re-joined them and Donna smirked,
"Personnel. That's where the weird stuff's happening – in the paperwork. 'Cause I spent years working as a temp, I can find my way around an office blindfolded, and the first thing I noticed is an empty file." Jaime frowned,
"Why, what's inside it? Or what's not inside it?" Donna smiled,
"Sick days." She opened the empty file, "There aren't any. Hundreds of people working here and no one's sick. Not one hangover, man flu, sneaky little shopping trip." (Jaime smirked at Martha, "Cheeky little boyfriend day – if you know what I mean…") "Nothing. Not ever. They don't get ill." Mace frowned,
"That can't be right!" Donna nodded,
"You've been checking out the buildings, should've been checking out the workforce." Jaime shook her hand,
"Donna, I can see why he liked you. You're brilliant – stellar – fantastic!" Donna and the Doctor shared a look,
"Super Temp." Mace turned to Martha,
"Dr Jones, set up a medical post, start examining the workers. I'll get them sent through." Martha nodded and turned to Donna,
"Come on, Donna, give me a hand. Leave the two geniuses to think." The Doctor and Jaime followed Mace out of the room,
"So, this, this ATMOS thing, where'd it come from?" Mace continued along an open corridor,
"Luke Rattigan himself." The Doctor frowned,
"And himself would be?" Jaime grinned,
"Child genius. Invented the Fountain 6 search engine when he was 12 years old. Millionaire overnight. Now runs the Rattigan Academy. A private school educating students handpicked from all over the world. A hot house for geniuses, sure Tosh and I wouldn't mind a field trip there." Mace and the Doctor turned to her, puzzled, "Woman at work, genius – we get lonely talking about things no-one else understands." Mace took them down to the docking bay and the Doctor turned to him,
"You are not coming with me. I want to talk to this Luke Rattigan, not point a gun at him." Mace raised an eyebrow,
"It's ten miles outside London. How are you going to get there?" Jaime shrugged,
"Get us a jeep?"
"According to the records, you travel by TARDIS." Jaime stepped forward,
"Yeah, but, if there is a danger of hostile aliens, I think it best to keep a super-duper time travel machine away from the front lines." Mace looked at the Doctor,
"I see. Then you do have weapons but you choose to keep them hidden. Jenkins?" A young man stepped forward,
"Sir!"
"You will accompany the Doctor…" Jaime cleared her throat, "And Miss…" Jaime smiled,
"Mrs Harper; I should really get used to the name." Mace nodded,
"And take orders from them." The Doctor rolled his eyes,
"I don't do orders."
"Any sign of trouble get Jenkins to declare a Code Red. And good luck, sir, ma'am." The Doctor grimaced,
"I said no salutes, we don't like salutes…" Mace smiled tightly,
"Now you're giving orders." He left with no further word, and Jaime turned to the Doctor,
"Bit cheeky, he is." Donna came running up to them,
"Doctor, Jaime." The Doctor grabbed her and Jaime's hand and led them to the jeep,
"Oh, just in time. Come on! Come on, we're going to the country. Fresh air and geniuses, what more could you ask for?" Donna shook her head,
"I'm not coming with you. I've been thinking. I'm sorry...I'm going home." Jaime understood her and nodded but the Doctor looked crestfallen,
"Really?" She nodded,
"I've got to…" The Doctor shrugged,
"Well, if that's what you want. I mean, it's a bit soon. I had so many places I wanted to take you. The Fifteenth Broken Moon of the Medusa Cascade, the lightening skies of Cotter Palluni's World, the diamond coral reefs of Kaata Flo Ko... Thank you. Thank you, Donna Noble. It's been brilliant. You-you've saved my life in so many ways." Jaime let out a snort of laughter and the Doctor looked from her to Donna, "You're...You're – you're just popping home for a visit. That's what you mean." Jaime slapped his shoulder,
"You arse." The Doctor nodded,
"And then you're coming back…" Donna laughed,
"Do you know what you are? A great, big, outer-space dunce." Jaime nudged him,
"Go on Doctor, say it…" The Doctor shot her a look but was saved from further embarrassment by the soldier, Ross,
"Ready when you are, sir." Donna nodded towards the jeep,
"What's more, you can give me a lift. Come on." They all bundled in and she turned to him, "Broken moon of what?" The Doctor closed his eyes,
"I know, I know."
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The jeep pulled up to the first corner of Donna's road, Jaime and the Doctor stepped out first, followed by Donna, "I'll walk the rest of the way. I'll see you back at the factory, yeah? And you be careful!" The Doctor nodded and jumped back in the jeep with Jaime,
"Yeah, bye!" Ross set of to the school,
"UNIT's been watching the Rattigan Academy for ages. It's all a bit Hitler Youth. Exercise at dawn and classes and special diets."
"Turn left." The female voice of the ATMOS said and Jaime turned to Ross,
"Ross, one question. If UNIT think that ATMOS dodgy-" He nodded,
"How come we've got it in the jeeps? Ha, tell me about it. They're fitted as standard on all government vehicles. We can't get rid of them until we can prove there's something wrong."
"Turn right." Ross smiled slightly,
"Drives me around the bend…" Jaime laughed,
"Oh nice one." The Doctor nodded, laughing,
"Timed that perfectly."
"This is your final destination." Jaime looked out at a huge manor with students in red sweat suits running and a boy standing and looking over the grounds. Jaime, Ross and the Doctor got out of the car and walked up the pavement towards the boys. The Doctor looked at the students and grinned,
"Is it PE? I wouldn't mind a kick-around. Got me daps on." The boy, obviously Luke, turned, and Jaime began to jog on the spot,
"I suppose you're the Doctor and Mrs Harper." Jaime waved,
"Hello. Just Jaime." Luke nodded,
"Your commanding officer phoned ahead." Jaime snorted,
"Funny, we don't have a commanding officer? Have you?" The Doctor motioned Ross,
"Oh, this is Ross. Say hello, Ross."
"Afternoon, sir." Ross nodded. The Doctor took Jaime's hand and rushed toward the main doors,
"Let's have a look, then! I can smell genius... in a good way." They entered the academy and headed straight for the lab, where many of the students were working on advanced projects, multiple things caught her and the Doctor's eyes,
"Oh, now... that's clever! Look!" She put on her glasses, "Single-molecule fabric. How thin is that? You could pack a tent in a thimble. Oh! Gravity simulators! Terraforming, biospheres, nano-tech steel construction! Ha-ha, this is brilliant! But y'know with equipment like this, you could, oh, I dunno... move to another planet or something." Rattigan smiled,
"If only that was possible." The Doctor raised an eyebrow,
"If only that were possible. Conditional clause." Rattigan's eyes narrowed,
"I think you'd better come with me." He led them to a large lounge with a teleport in the corner, that Jaime pretended not to notice, "You're both smarter than the usual UNIT grunts, I'll give you that." Jaime frowned,
"He called you a grunt. Don't call Ross a grunt, he's nice. We like Ross. Look at this place..." She turned around, absorbing everything, which made Rattigan more aggravated,
"What exactly do you want?" Jaime shrugged,
"I was just thinking, what a responsible 18 year old. Inventing zero-carbon cars, saving the world..." Rattigan straightened up,
"It takes a man with vision." The Doctor nodded,
"Mm, blinkered vision. 'Cause ATMOS means more people driving, more cars, more petrol, end result: the oil's gonna run out faster than ever. The ATMOS system could make things worse."
"Yeah, well, that's a tautology." Rattigan said quickly, "You can't say ATMOS "system" 'cause it stands for Atmospheric Emission System. So you're saying "Atmospheric Emission System System". Do you see, Mr Conditional Clause?" Jaime raised her eyebrows,
"Oh shut up, will you, it's been a long time since anyone's said no to you, isn't it?" Rattigan shrugged,
"I'm still right, though." Jaime put a hand on his shoulder,
"Not easy, is it, being clever? You look at the world and you connect things – random things – and think, 'why can't anyone else see it? The rest of the world is so slow'." He nodded, "And you're on your own."
"I know." The Doctor pulled out the ATMOS,
"But not with this! 'Cause there's no way you invented this single-handed. It might be Earth technology, but that's like finding a mobile phone in the Middle Ages." He tossed the device to Ross, grabbed Jaime's hand and headed to the teleport, "No, no, I'll tell you what it's like! It's like finding this in someone's front room. Albeit, a very big front room." Jaime grinned, but Ross frowned,
"Why? What is it?" Jaime looked at it,
"Yeah, just looks like a thing, doesn't it? People don't question things. They just think, 'Oh, it's a thing'."
"Leave it alone!" Rattigan shouted, but the Doctor just dragged Jaime inside it,
"Me, I make these connections, and this to me looks like..." He pressed some buttons, "a teleport pod." They disappeared and reappeared in a spaceship, complete with little men in blue full body armour, "Oh." The men noticed them and one pointed his staff at the two,
"We have an intruder!" The Doctor grinned,
"How did he get in? In-tru-da window?" The men advanced and Jaime waved,
"Bye-Bye!" She pushed a button and the two disappeared back into the living room and ran towards Rattigan and Ross,
"Ross, get out! Luke, you'd better come with me!" The man with the staff appeared and Jaime used her screwdriver to short out the controls, "Sontaran! That's your name, isn't it? How did I know that, eh? Fascinating, isn't it? Isn't that worth keeping me alive?" Ross aimed his gun at the Sontaran,
"I order you to surrender in the name of the Unified Intelligence Taskforce." Jaime turned to him,
"That's not gonna work." She faced the Sontaran, "Cordalaine signal, am I right?" She looked at Ross again, "Copper excitation stopping the bullets." The Sontaran waved his staff at her,
"How does the female know so much?" Jaime smiled and shrugged, so the Sontaran turned to Rattigan, "Who are they?"
"He didn't give his name, but her name is Jaime Harper." Jaime winced,
"Well…technically just Jaime, Harper not my name…yet." The Doctor leant on the desk,
"This isn't typical Sontaran behaviour, is it? Hiding? Using teenagers? Stopping bullets? A Sontaran should face bullets with dignity! Shame on you!"
"You dishonour me!" Jaime raised her eyebrows,
"Then show yourself!"
"I will look into my enemy's eyes." He removed his helmet to reveal a brown dome-shaped head with no visible neck. Ross pulled a face,
"Oh, my God." The Doctor looked at the Sontaran,
"And your name?"
"General Staal of the Tenth Sontaran Battle Fleet. Staal the Undefeated." Jaime laughed,
"That's not a very good nickname. What if you do get defeated? 'Staal-The-Not-Quite-So- Undefeated-Anymore-But-Never-Mind'?" Ross scoffed,
"Looks like a potato, a baked potato. A talking baked potato." The Doctor looked at Ross,
"Now, Ross, don't be rude. You look like a pink weasel to him." He leaned over and picked up a racket and bounced a ball on it, "The Sontarans are the finest soldiers in the galaxy. Dedicated to a life of warfare. A clone race grown in batches of millions with only one weakness-"
"Sontarans have no weakness!" Jaime shook her head,
"No, it's a good weakness!" Rattigan scowled,
"Aren't you meant to be clever? Only idiots would provoke him."
"But the Sontarans are fed by a probic vent in the back of the neck." The Doctor smiled, "That's their weak spot, which means they always have to face their enemy in battle. Isn't that brilliant? They can never turn their backs!"
"We star into the face of death!" Stall boomed.
"Yeah? Well stare at this!" The Doctor hit the ball with the racket and it bounced off the teleport pod and hit Staal's probic vent, he staggered and Jaime pushed Ross out of the room. The ran out of the manor and towards the car, Jaime jumped into the front seat and once the others were in, sped off down the road and back to London. Ross tried his radio,
"Greyhound Forty to Trap One. Repeat: can you hear me? Over." He looked at the Doctor, "Why isn't it working?" Jaime frowned, pushing the car to maximum speed,
"Must be the Sontarans. If they can trace that, they can isolate the ATMOS." She slowed down slightly,
"Turn left." Jaime smiled,
"Right we go then…" And tried to turn the car right but the wheel locked, "I've got no control. It's driving itself. It won't stop." She tried the door, "The doors are locked!" The Doctor put his sonic against the ATMOS,
"Argh! It's deadlocked! I can't stop it!"
"Turn left." The jeep swerved left, Jaime groaned,
"The sat-nav's just a box, wired through the whole car." The tires screeched as they drove of the road, "We're heading for the river!" The Doctor turned to the ATMOS,
"ATMOS, are you programmed to contradict my orders? Anything I say, you'll ignore it?"
"Confirmed. Confirmed."
"Then drive into the river! I order you to drive into the river! Do it! Drive into the river!" The jeep's brakes squealed to a halt at the river's edge and the three passengers jumped out and ran.
"Turn right. Left. Left. Right." The Doctor shoved them both down, "Left. Right. Left .Right. Left. Right." Suddenly, the panel sparked and smoked. Jaime lifter her head, disappointed,
"Oh, is that it?" She stood and helped the two men up before walking, "C'mon then, thanks to my super-fast driving, Donna's is just a five minute walk away." They made it to Donna's in no time and the Doctor knocked on the door, Donna answered it and he sighed,
"You would not believe the day we're having." The Doctor began to, with her blessing, examine her car. He tapped the device underneath and Jaime opened the bonnet while Donna was trying to reach Martha on her mobile. Ross looked around the street,
"I'll requisition us a vehicle." The Doctor nodded,
"Anything without ATMOS. And don't point your gun at people." Ross ran off and Jaime rolled her eyes and looked up when she heard a voice call,
"Is it him? Is it him? Is it the Doctor?" He saw the Doctor under the bonnet and his eyes widened, "Ah, it's you!" The Doctor lifted his head up,
"Who?" He saw the old man, "Oh…It's you!" He and Jaime went to stand by Donna and the man, Donna was confused,
"What, have you met before?" The man nodded,
"Yeah, Christmas Eve. He disappeared right in front of me!"
"And you never said?" Donna cried, the man looked at her,
"Well, you never said!" He nodded to the Doctor, "Wilf, sir. Wilfred Mott. You must be one of them aliens." Jaime stuck out a hand,
"Jaime, nice to meet you Wilf, I'm one too. But don't shout it out." She winked and the Doctor grabbed his hand,
"Nice to meet you properly, Wilf." Wilf looked at the two,
"Ah, alien hands!" Jaime turned to Donna,
"Any luck?" She shook her head,
"She's not answering. What's it, 'Sontiruns'?" Jaime shook her head,
"Sontarans. But there's got to be more to it. They can't be just remote-controlling cars. That's not enough. Is anyone answering?" Donna bit her lip,
"Hold on…Martha; hold on, he's here." She passed the phone to the Doctor,
"Martha, tell Mace it's the Sontarans. They're in the file, Code Red Sontarans. But if they're inside the factory, tell him not to start shooting, UNIT will get massacred. I'll get back as soon as I can. You got that?" He hung up and took out his sonic; using it on the car again, Donna frowned,
"You've tried sonicking it before, and you didn't find anything." Jaime shook her head, looking at the Doctor working,
"Yeah, but now I know its Sontaran, I know what I'm looking for." Wilf turned seriously to the Doctor,
"The thing is, Doctor that Donna is my only grandchild. You gotta promise me you're gonna take care of her." The Doctor laughed,
"She takes care of me." Wilf chuckled,
"Oh, yeah, that's my Donna. She was always bossing us around even when she was tiny. 'The Little General' we used to call her." Jaime pushed the Doctor out of the way and, with her own sonic, began to concentrate on a specific part with holes in a grid pattern, "And some of the boys she used to turn up with – a different one every week. Yeah, who was that one with the nail varnish?" She heard Martha sighed,
"Matthew Richards. He lives in Kilburn now – with a man." Suddenly, without warning, spikes shot out of the holes in the device,
"Whoa! It's a temporal pocket! I knew there was something else in there. It's hidden just a second out of sync with real time." Donna frowned,
"But what's it hiding?" Before Jaime or the Doctor could reply an older woman came out of the house, seeing them with their heads together under the bonnet,
"I dunno, men and their cars! Sometimes I think if I was a car…" She noticed the Doctor, "Oh, it's you! Doctor – what was it?" The Doctor and Jaime waved their hands without looking,
"Yep, that's me. This is Jaime. Say hello to Sylvia, Jaime."
"Hello!" Jaime called, focusing on the spikes, Wilf sounded confused,
"Have you met him as well?"
"Dad, it's the man from the wedding! When you were laid up with Spanish flu. I'm warning you, last time that man turned up, it was a disaster!" Jaime had to step back as gas began to shoot out of the device,
"Get back!" The Doctor took out his sonic and used it on the car,
"That'll stop it!" The car sparked and the gas stopped, Sylvia pointed at him,
"I told you! He's blown up the car! Who is he anyway? What sort of doctor blows up cars?"
"Not now, mum!" Donna groaned.
"Oh, should I make an appointment!" She huffed before stalking off, Jaime sniffed the air,
"That wasn't just exhaust fumes. Some sort of gas. Artificial gas." Wilf bobbed up and down excitedly,
"And it's aliens, is it? Aliens?" Donna turned,
"But if it's poisonous... Then they've got poisonous gas in every car on Earth." Jaime turned and looked at every car on the street, all labelled with ATMOS stickers. Wilf shook his head,
"It's not safe. I'm gonna get it off the street." He got into the car and the doors automatically shut behind him and locked, the car started and thick exhaust fumes came out the tailpipe, Jaime looked around and up at the sky, before turning to the Doctor,
"We've isolated it!" She heard Donna call for them,
"There's gas inside the car! He's gonna choke! Doctor! Jaime!" The Doctor joined them by the door and tried to open it with the sonic,
"It wont's open." Jaime heard car alarms and saw all the other cars emitting gas, "It's the whole world!" Jaime got out her phone and began to dial; she held it to her ear,
"Owen!"
TO BE CONTINUED…END OF EPSODE FIVE
Dun, dun, daaaaaa! Epic stuff! ;] Woo! Martha, Donna AND the Doctor in one chapter! AND JAIME AND OWEN ARE NEGAGED! (Just in case you missed it!) I didn't do a chapter on it because I wouldn't have though Owen would do the whole, candles, flowers etc. ;]
If you could just drop a little note about the story as a review, that would be appreciated ;D
